Prologue
The tragedy of life is what dies in the hearts and souls of people while they live
Albert Einstein
Since ancient times the world has been dark and gray, consuming darkness, oppressive hate, slaughtering light and adulterating hope.
Amaya Sesshoumaru gazed at the sleeping form nestled between beige colored satin sheets and a comforter that was accented in a damask floral design in shades of plum, gold, burgundy, and beige on matelassé cloth. Her face was illuminated by the full moon's soft light causing her pale skin to glow in an ethereal manner, her ebony hair contrasting sharply with her skin against its light. How she stood in sharp contrast to him. He, with his tarnished soul, fair looks, and overwhelming height was the exact opposite of her petite form, dark hair, and virtuous soul. What set her apart from all the others who had tried in vain to earn his attention he could not, would not say. There was nothing truly remarkable about her features, he mused, her eyes, framed by long eyelashes, were large and wide making her appear somewhat childlike. Her lips, which were habitually turned up in a smile, were a soft coral, her nose small and slightly upturned. There was nothing extraordinary about her he thought again, but she was different from the others, her presence was, to say the least, bearable.
'I don't want to be a burden'
'You never are'
Perhaps it was her smile that so endeared her to him, that radiant smile that she awarded everyone, regardless of their species, with for she was not one to ignore others. Perhaps it was her benevolent personality, how she worried and cared for everyone. Perhaps it was something completely unfathomable. Nevertheless, he did not love her that he cared deeply for her was unquestionable, but love was a weakness and it did not exist. Love was intangible just like all emotions and had no distinct shape or delineation. He was not like his father, who was governed by his emotions and permitted himself to fall in love with an insignificant ningen. That contemptible union had spawned his worthless half-breed brother. He was certain that he was nothing like his father. Sesshoumaru sighed and continued to scrutinize the slumbering figure. He had claimed her as his possession merely to appease his father. He had chosen her because her companionship was the only feminine company that he could tolerate and, dare he say it, enjoy. She was nothing like the others, who were vainglorious, gluttonous, desiring only to enhance their wealth with their superficial facades. How they had repulsed him. Perchance he owed his father some gratitude, for it was because of him that he had met her. He turned his head and gazed at the full moon, perhaps he was more like his father than he had originally thought for he too had mated with a ningen. Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed marginally, how he disgusted, no repulsed himself.
Sesshoumaru sighed as he recalled what had caused this catastrophic correlation. It still did not cease to amaze him how one miniscule action could have such heinous consequences. The catalyst had been a conference with one Amaya Inutaisho, head of the multi-billion dollar company known as Taiyoukai Inc.